Sunday, April 26, 2009
When I was a sophomore in high school I went to visit my sister Allison at BYU. Back then we weren't all that close, mainly because when she left for college I was still in junior high. Still, we spent the weekend shopping, eating delicious food, watching Drop Dead Gorgeous, making ice cream, playing games with her friends, and laughing a whole lot. When the weekend was over, I spent a decent portion of my flight home crying because I had had such a good time and I didn't want to leave. We hadn't done anything particularly special, but that's the great thing about Allison - she makes anything fun. Whether it's watching a crappy TV movie or getting the latest Harry Potter book at midnight (and then having a sleepover) or just telling a story about dogs, Allison loves to be silly and always finds ways for people to enjoy themselves. Which is probably why we can have phone conversations that start with "I really don't have anything to say" and end almost an hour later. Today she turns 30, and I'm grateful that in the last 10 years she's become one of my best friends. Happy birthday, poopsie!